"I don't hunt myself."

"And does nobody hunt the foxes about here at present?" Then Morton
explained that on the Saturday following the U.R.U. hounds, under
the mastership of that celebrated sportsman Captain Glomax, would
meet at eleven o'clock exactly at the spot on which they were then
standing, and that if Mr. Gotobed would walk out after breakfast he
should see the whole paraphernalia, including about half a hundred
"dogs," and perhaps a couple of hundred men on horseback. "I shall
be delighted to see any institution of this great country," said
Mr. Gotobed, "however much opposed it may be to my opinion either
of utility or rational recreation." Then, having nearly eaten up
one cigar, he lit another preparatory to eating it, and sauntered
back to the house.

Before dinner that evening there were a few words between the
Paragon and his grandmother. "I'm afraid you won't like my American
friend," he said.

"He is all very well, John. Of course an American member of
Congress can't be an English gentleman. You, in your position, have
to be civil to such people. I dare say I shall get on very well
with Mr. Gotobed."

"I must get somebody to meet him."

"Lady Augustus and her daughter are coming."

"They knew each other in Washington. And there will be so many